Braille

Came from the gutter known as South side Had the honeys on me faster than a beehive My girlie got a temper she a feline Hot headed like the nigga with a carbine I pray for success and to live a long life One day imma rise to the skies Higher than the smoke on a long cold night Red eyes like some brake lights Demons in my heart line me up in their red dot Sight I wont lose mine Gunning for the kings Till they all fall in line Think I must be weak Seeds of doubt in my mind Niggas sleeping on me so hard It's a crime Avant-garde nigga But I'm running out of time No space for my girl If I'm always on the grind No place in the world For a nigga with a mind It's a race goddamn Motherfuck falling behind I look in the mirror and speak for myself Where were you at when I needed your help I tore us apart separate ways for ourselves Parallel roads always end in cold trails Constantly judged trying to balance the scales Still be that nigga with horns and a tail Then fell in love with the thought I'll prevail Y'all feeling me now like y'all reading some braille